I was lost in time, and saw unreal versions of me die and be reborn one after another, from timid and kind to ruthless, self-righteous and high-spirited, and in the end, I seemed to have understood Buddhism and lived my own life peacefully. When I turned out the rough calligraphy again, I recalled the days when I was An Lingrong in The Legend of Zhen Huan. That was the day when I came back from the end of the world and lived the most peaceful life.